the dogs, who also had grown tired of inaction; a while passed, and suddenly she heard the dogs barking furiously about a hundred and fifty yards away.  Then she heard Tota scream, and the dogs also yelling with fear and pain.  She rose and ran as swiftly as she could towards the spot whence the sound came.  Presently she was there.  Before her in the glade, holding the screaming Tota in her arms, was a figure in which, notwithstanding the rough disguise of baboon skins and colouring matter, she had no difficulty in recognizing Hendrika, and all about her were numbers of baboons, rolling over and over in two hideous heaps, of which the centres were the unfortunate dogs now in process of being rent to fragments.

“Hendrika,” Stella cried, “what does this mean?  What are you doing with Tota and those brutes?”

The woman heard her and looked up.  Then Stella saw that she was mad; madness stared from her eyes.  She dropped the child, which instantly flew to Stella for protection.  Stella clasped it, only to be herself clasped by Hendrika.  She struggled fiercely, but it was of no use—­the Babyan-frau had the strength of ten.  She lifted her and Tota as though they were nothing, and ran off with them, following the bed of the stream in order to avoid leaving a spoor.  Only the baboons who came with her, minus the one the dogs had killed, would not take to the water, but kept pace with them on the bank.

Stella said that the night which followed was more like a hideous nightmare than a reality.  She was never able to tell me all that occurred in it.  She had a vague recollection of being borne over rocks and along kloofs, while around her echoed the horrible grunts and clicks of the baboons.  She spoke to Hendrika in English and Kaffir, imploring her to let them go; but the woman, if I may call her so, seemed in her madness to have entirely forgotten these tongues.  When Stella spoke she would kiss her and stroke her hair, but she did not seem to understand what it was she said.  On the other hand, she could, and did, talk to the baboons, that seemed to obey her implicitly.  Moreover, she would not allow them to touch either Stella or the child in her arms.  Once one of them tried to do so, and she seized a dead stick and struck it so heavily on the head that it fell senseless.  Thrice Stella made an attempt to escape, for sometimes even Hendrika’s giant strength waned and she had to set them down.  But on each occasion she caught them, and it was in these struggles that Stella’s clothes were so torn.  At length before daylight they reached the cliff, and with the first break of light the ascent began.  Hendrika dragged them up the first stages, but when they came to the precipitous place she tied the strips of hide, of which she had a supply wound round her waist, beneath Stella’s arms.  Steep as the place was the baboons ascended it easily enough, springing from a knock of rock to the trunk of the tree that grew on the edge of the crevasse.  Hendrika followed them, holding the end of the hide reim in her teeth, one of the baboons hanging down from the tree to assist her ascent.  It was while she was ascending that Stella bethought of letting fall her handkerchief in the faint hope that some searcher might see it.